Helpless
You don’t know when exactly it happened.
Surely, at some point, you did resist a little, right? Even when you begged on your hands and knees to drop, there was always a little push-back. After all, what’s the point of playing this sexy little game if you slump down into trance instantly?
The trouble is... you can’t quite remember the last time you didn’t break at a single word. Sure- sometimes They draw things out, sometimes They toy with you before letting you drift off into that warm, melty feeling you crave so much. But only sometimes.
All the other times?
You Drop. Break. Sleep. Fall. Sink. Melt. All at a fucking word. One word. That’s all it fucking takes to make you a perfectly obedient toy ready to be played with.
You don’t know when exactly it happened, but you are so fucking happy it did.
